Dr. Takeshi and Dr. Jameson spent the rest of the morning and the early part of the afternoon reviewing John's tests, both those from the previous day and the new ones as they came in. A blowjob and some finagling had gotten the head of medicine to take them off the active roster for now, allowing them to concentrate on this one case. After finishing the last of the reports and their 15th mutual climax, they headed down to John's room, just missing Susan as she came out, looking flushed.
"Are you all right nurse?" Sam asked. "You look a bit flushed. He's not being a problem, is he?
"I'm fine," replied Susan. "The patient just finished eating and getting his afternoon stress relief after all his tests. He really took it like a trooper, no complaints at all, even when Gretta in radiology got a bit overly enthusiastic while he was assfucking her before his MRI. I wish more patients were like him." Susan added, heading off down the hall to the nurses station, absentmindedly fixing her somewhat disheveled looking scrubs and trying to pin her hair back up. Kumiko thought she looked a bit unprofessional, but shrugged it off.
"Mr. Brady?" Dr. Takeshi called, knocking lightly on his door. Not receiving a response, the two of them entered and found John lying back on the bed, his les danging over the side. "Hello again John. I'd like to thank you for putting up with all of those tests. This is doctor Samantha Jameson" she said gesturing at the svelte brunette next to her. "Sam is a psychiatrist. We'll be the ones handling your case from now on. She's a specialist in this area, so we're hoping to get to the bottom of this."
John sat there for a second before responding. After a couple sentences, it was clear that John hadn't really registered what she had told him this morning about his condition, so she went over it again. John was looking at her like she had 2 heads, although by the way his eyes kept wandering, she could tell that her head was probably not getting the majority of his attention. Not that she minded; he could use a distraction, and she pushed her chest out a bit to give him a better view of Sam fondling her. "It's kind of like memento, though we think your window is a whole day, much longer than in the movie. Do you understand what I'm saying?" she asked, moaning slightly. She had slipped one hand into her cunt, and the other was rubbing Sam's blindly; she didn't have a good enough angle for penetration.
"Uh sure doc," replied John, not quite able to correlate her words and the doctors' actions. He felt a bit weak, but aside from that and the fact that everyone kept doing all manner of sexual acts around him (Susan this morning and then just now; the slightly overweight MRI tech insisting he fuck her luscious ass before they could scan him; the blood technician getting his blood flow going by jerking him a bit, then deep-throating him for being such a good patient afterward...), everything seemed fine. 'Then again if I'm going insane, I probably wouldn't notice anything anyway.'
Sam got his attention. "What's wrong?" she asked, her neck-to-navel slit blouse in one hand as she worked the clasp on her miniskirt with the other, letting it fall to the floor. Kumiko had her shucked blouse and bra over one arm, and had her slacks undone, working then down with her other hand.
"Nothing doc, I swear. Nothing," he replied, beyond being surprised by this point and appreciative of their fine physiques, now fully revealed as they both neatly folded their clothes and put them on the nightstand. They were a contrast, Kumiko the tall, small breasted Asian, Samantha the slightly short big boobed beach-girl type, minus the stereotypical blond hair.
"Okay, then let me just give you a small physical to get things started," Kumiko said, getting on her knees in front of him and reaching inside his gown to fondle his balls. Sam got up on the bed and got behind hm, lightly massaging his shoulders while mashing her boobs into him, rubbing them up and down his back forcefully. |